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Unread
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hard Times
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
No
Note: I know how many of you feel right now, and I have been putting my thoughts together post-election/-Guy Fawkes Night/-Daylight Saving Time. We really seem to be hit with a lot this particular autumn. So, I will look at the challenges and continue to create. And I will leave you with this one.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
oh, so history really is doomed to repeat itself
It is a rotten thing, a fear-based culture, I’ll humble-brag about living through it, though, Through things historians will hate us for,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
A Fragmented Future
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A peaceful Spring morning in an Australian country town
Cool breeze flows through The invisible river of Warm sunlight Little chirps of birdsong Tickle minds underneath the Louder sound
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
Ah, George...
So many lies were told to tell basic truths... That cherry tree remained in place, untouched by his hatchet. The teeth that were not just wooden (so many sources brought them together: brass, lead, teeth of animals and slaves...not all your own).
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Barren Forefathers
How empty, the restplace of our forefathers; How barren the very concepts that define them, these ancestors from times long past, yet here they were, living lives as complete as yours, with worries and silly dreams, loves tearing them apart and goals far out of reach; yet here they are, remains of remains, not scattered in the wind nay but stuck in place, as they lived their frantic little lives, of perils and passing bliss, rotting idly beneath the monolith of death, immortalizing the birth and demise of some whatever? Some frantic monkey, running in circle, mediocre, forgettable, nothingness, Goodbye!
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Poets
Parasites
Parasites infecting my brain Crushing my soul Causing my heart to strain Making my eyes roll Parasites Crawling everywhere
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Poets
Shatter
Thumping Pounding Shattering Music rendered into noise Clashing notes Writhing flesh Gyrating figures Constant blasting sound
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
A.L.F.
Arriving hungry Lighting our lives with laughter Feline devourer Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets